I considered opening this blog with a proper introduction to my soon-to-be readers, however, it feels more appropriate to just dive in. So here we go . . .

This blog is essentially an ongoing author’s note that describes my creative process while providing insight into the things that inspire me and motivate me as I write my first novel. My novel is a historical fiction enterprise about World War II, and is my primary ambition in life. It’s my pride and joy and I hope to finish it by the time I’m 26. I do, however, write other stories, whether they be short stories, personal essays, or even novellas. One such story is “Fiddlewood,” a children’s book I wrote for my girlfriend. You’ll be seeing a lot of that tall tale, and its evolution from scatter brained scribbled to an actual book.

I hand write my stories because I feel that the practice is more intimate than simply typing the words on a keyboard. There is a powerful connection between the pen and the brain that allows for more fluid and magical prose. My mind creates at the same speed that my hand writes, so the process seems more natural. I never have to force the prose onto the page, it simply comes into existence as if the thoughts had existed in the ink all along. Writing like this reminds me of a painter and his paintbrush; there is an inseparable relationship between the two.

What you see here is an open source guide to my writing style and process. I hope that you will find inspiration in what you see and read here – the type of inspiration that motivates one to continue pursuing their goal. And if you don’t find either of these things then I hope you find satisfaction in my stories and delight in the appeal of my manuscript.

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About Connor Wilkins

Quickly, quickly... take your seat. Our storyteller is about to begin. Shhhh. Listen... His pipes are fluting emotions of myth and fable, but don't be fooled by fantasia for there are truths hidden within his unworldly tellings. We're drifting now... back in time to a world only he remembers.